I needed out of the house ALONE for a few minutes. Maybe even a whole hour.
It probably wasn't the most convenient time, but I saw the window and took it. There I was, walking into a store with absolutely nothing in mind to buy, and it hit me. My next book. I knew what I needed to write.
I wandered around pretending to shop when really, I was writing the first chapter in my head. Oh, this is going to be good. And then, is it going to be a paranormal romance or horror? Hmmm, sort of a cross. Call it a dark paranormal.
Like dark chocolate. Dark, but in a delicious way. And now I'm wondering why I'm wandering through the store. All I want is to go home and write.
So I did.
A whole chapter so far. I had a lot of other things to take care of... like kids, so I didn't get more done. But the story keeps growing in my head. I don't know if it's a breakthrough in the world of books, but it's a breakthrough to me. I've never read this story, but I would, if someone had written it.
I feel like I'm cheating, having a love affair with a new story when I'm still working on getting my other novels out there, but I can't help it. I'm going to write it, and I plan on loving every minute of it. I can always go to counseling later.